Chen Fei took Ren Zhongyang and returned directly to the medical hall. When Chen Fei had awakened, he had been on the street, with no houses available to choose from.
Ren Zhongyang, on the other hand, had appeared in the medical hall, and medical halls generally had things like dormitories.
When the people in the medical hall saw Chen Fei and Ren Zhongyang return, especially when they explicitly requested lodging, they were all rather bewildered.
"He held consultations here before, and I have held consultations here as well. If you need it, I can even continue holding consultations here for the next few days."
Chen Fei looked at the hall master before him and said earnestly, "So you still need to arrange lodging for us."
"The medical hall does not provide lodging," the hall master said expressionlessly.
"It doesn't?" Chen Fei's voice rose slightly.
"It does not!" the hall master said decisively.
"Then where do you live?" Chen Fei pointed at the other attendants in the medical hall. There were quite a few people here—at a glance, more than ten.
"Where we live is none of your business!" The medical hall hall master's expression abruptly turned icy as he stared at Chen Fei with sinister eyes.
"Would you like some fruit?"
With a wave of Chen Fei's right hand, an apple landed in his palm. He held it out before the hall master.
The medical hall hall master's brows twitched incessantly as he directly ignored Chen Fei's question. He had long known how wicked Chen Fei was. Eating that fruit would bring no benefit at all; he would probably even have to pay money for it.
"Do you know that a martial arts hall in the city just collapsed?" Chen Fei put the fruit back into the woven basket, looked